Chapter 29

This chapter is for Souless666 who wanted more insight on how Dean felt about raising Sammy a second time. I hope all of you enjoy this chapter, and if you have a Tumblr and want to, you can follow me to ask questions or just talk. I'm on Tumblr way more than I am on here. My Tumblr URL is winchester-crystal

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Dean's POV

I could not have been more relieved when this week ended. Having help from Bobby has made raising three small children rather easy, but this last week has been complete and utter hell. It had all started when I took Sammy to the doctor.

A week ago….

The original plan had been to take Gabriel school supply shopping, but that was not how everything went. When I woke up, Gabriel and Cas were already downstairs, but Sammy was still fast asleep. It wasn't all that unusual for Sammy to sleep later than eight, but still I didn't think anything of it. I had taken Sammy to his eighteen month check-up a few days before, and he had an update on his shots. The doctor had mentioned that there could be some side effects, but it shouldn't get any worse than a fever. How I wish that I had paid more attention to the way Sammy was acting. So, after quietly leaving the room, I walked downstairs to join the boys in the living room. Gabriel and Cas were on the floor playing with some toys cars that they had gotten for Christmas, and when I walked in the room, both eagerly asked me to race cars with them. I joined them on the floor and we had been playing for about thirty minutes when I heard Sammy call for me. I walked up the stairs into Sam's bedroom and saw that he was sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, buddy." I said, walking over to Sam's toddler bed. He reached out for me, whining a little as he slowly woke up. As soon as I picked Sam up, he laid his head down on my shoulder, grabbing my shirt tightly. I gently bounced him, but stopped when he started to fuss even more. "Alright, you're okay, Sammy. Shh." I changed him out of his pajamas and carried him downstairs. Cas and Gabe were still playing in the living room, so I sat Sammy down on the floor to play with them. When I went to take a seat on the couch, Sammy turned around and reached out for me.

"De!" Sammy said my name multiple times, while making the universal motion for pick me up. He walked over to me and I picked him up. He laid back against my chest, and started to fall asleep again.

I moved him a little so that he would wake up, "Sammy, c'mon buddy, you don't need to fall asleep right now." Sam opened his eyes a little, but still didn't wake up. It was nearly nine, and the kids needed to eat breakfast, but it would be difficult to make breakfast for the kids with Sammy sleeping on me. I gently laid Sammy on the couch so that I could make some food for the kids, but Sammy had another idea. As soon as he was put on the couch, his eyes shot open and he reached out for me again.

"I hold you in a little bit, Sammy, but I'm busy right now." I said, walking away from the couch.

"De, no! No, go, no!" Sammy said, his eyes beginning to well up with tears.

"Sammy, I can't hold you all day," I said turning around to head into the kitchen, "You can come in the kitchen with me if you want to, Sammy." The idea of not getting his way wasn't appealing enough to him, so he settled for crying on the couch. I sighed as I walked into the kitchen and got the pans out of the cabinet.

"Having a rough day, Dean?" Bobby asked me as he walked through the kitchen.

"Yeah, Sammy's being a little more clingy than usual. It's just starting to wear me down, and it's not even noon yet."

"Everything will be okay. He's probably still tired." By the time Bobby finished his sentence, breakfast was finished. I called the kids into the kitchen and they bounded into the room eagerly. Cas and Gabriel were at the table eating breakfast, but Sammy had not followed Cas and Gabe into the kitchen. I walked into the living room to find Sammy, and I found him lying on the couch, hiccuping with his thumb in his mouth.

"C'mon, Sammy, it's time to eat." I said, picking him up. His hiccuping had started to stop when I picked him up, but he was still a little upset. "Shh, you're okay, buddy." I walked into the kitchen with Sammy in my arms and put him in his high chair. I pulled a chair up beside him to help him with his breakfast.

"Alright, Sam it's time for breakfast." I said as I put some oatmeal onto a spoon. When I tried to feed him, he turned his head away. "Don't be that way, Sam. You need to eat so that you can get big and strong." No matter what I tried to do, he just wouldn't eat. I sighed in frustration.

"Here, why don't you take a break. Go spend some time with the kids, I'll try to get Sammy to eat." Bobby said, walking over to take my place. I nod, and put the kids' dishes in the sink, but when I went to leave the room, Sammy started up the waterworks again. I started to make my way back over to Sammy, but Bobby stopped me. "If you stay, you'll just make it worse." It was hard, but after Bobby said that, I realized that what Bobby said was true. It ripped my heart to pieces to hear Sammy cry for me, but it had to be for the best. Bobby knew what he was doing, after all, he did take care of Sammy and me when we were younger.

I took the Cas and Gabe out in the yard to play for a bit, so that Bobby could get Sammy settled down. We played catch, hide and seek, tag, and baseball before going back inside. The house was quiet, so I sent Cas and Gabe back into the living room to watch movie while I looked for Bobby and Sam. After searching throughout the whole house, I finally found them in the library, both asleep in the rocking chair. When I walked in the room, Bobby opened his eyes, but still sat in the rocking chair, so as not to disturb Sammy.

"How did it go today?" I whispered.

"It took me a while to get him to eat, but I managed. Getting him to take a nap was easy, because he had worn himself out crying."

"I can't thank you enough. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go get Cas and Gabe ready for supper and bed."

"Sure, I'll be out in a few minutes. I'm gonna try to lay Sammy down. He hasn't been asleep that long." Bobby says, standing. We both held our breath, but let out a sigh of relief when Sammy didn't wake up. I walked out of the library and into the living room to get Cas for a bath.

"Hey, Cas? It's time to take a bath. You can finish the movie later." I said, holding out my hand. Cas grabbed my hand and we walked upstairs to the bathroom. Cas played in the bath for a while after I washed his hair. After a few minutes, I told Cas that it was time to get out of the bathtub. He started to stand and I turned around to get a towel, when Cas slipped in the tub. I turned around when I heard him fall.

"Are you okay, Cas?" I asked, checking him over for injuries. He nods and whimpers. "What hurts, buddy?" I asked, lifting him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel. Tears poured down his face as he pointed to his chin. The few tears that had raced down his face had turned into sobs, with the occasional whimper.

"Shh. I've got you, Cas." I said, rocking Cas back and forth. I walked into the kids' bedroom and sat Cas down on the bed. He was hiccuping as he cried, inhaling deeply every now and then. I got his pajamas out of the dresser and walked back over to the bed. I dried Cas' hair with the towel and put him in his pajamas. I carried him downstairs and sat on the couch with him, rubbing his back every so often. Bobby had successfully gotten Sammy down, and had made supper. After Gabriel was bathed, we sat down to a meal of cheeseburgers and french fries. During the middle of supper, Sammy had woken up, so I brought him out so that he could eat supper. The rest of the evening had gone rather smoothly, and both Bobby and I had decided that Sammy had just had a bad morning. Oh, how we could have never been more wrong.

Please Review! This is only a part of the prompt I was given, so there will be more insight on how Dean feels about raising Sammy again.